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 Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:37 pm
As Mignon leaned down close to Garrick, his chubby little hand reached out for one of those Hair Curls, grabbing tight and giving a yank to it. His frown was gone now as he pulled, and his other arm was going for one on the opposite side of her skull.
"Yi Jen Ro. And that's Garrick," he introduced, and did nothing to scold the hair grabbing. Nope, not in the least. In fact, it seemed like he moved his arms a bit to get Garrick closer to grabbing a hold on the right side as well.
"A large house, patrolled by a crazy woman with blue hair and wings."
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:48 pm
Yellow eyes narrowing slightly, Mignon kept a smile on her face. Not exactly a nice one, but a smile.
Hmmm...
"Did the woman have two different colored eyes?" She asked. Might be Ancelin.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:52 pm
"Yes, I believe so. Just can't recall the colors, but they were different," he muttered. The Crazy Woman wasn't exactly something he cared to recall or bother to remember. Other than the general note in his mind about her unstable nature.
"Though last time I saw her she was incased in plaster, and just as surly as ever."
Garrick meanwhile was going to town pulling on Mignon's hair. First left, then right, then both. He was even smiling now. Though his seemed a lot happier than Mignon's.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:00 pm
Encased in plaster, huh... Huh. Maybe the little brat had gotten herself hurt. What fun!
"Ancelin." Mignon said, and would've nodded if the tot hadn't had ahold of her hair. "And if that was Ancelin, then that was the house my Mother got me from." She said, mostly to herself. Ah, now Garrick's hair pulling was a lot more tolerable, since she knew that he was a Sin'Aeis.
"Crazy Woman and I aren't on that good of terms."
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:08 pm
"I don't know how anyone could be," he added in. Really, she about tore his head off because he needed some supplies. Then about bit his head off just because he knew her sister. He rolled his eyes at the memory of it.
"So you are one of them..." he finally sunk that part into his awareness, frowning a little as he looked over Mignon. Very... city. Seemed quite impractical. Hoped Garrick didn't grow up like that.
"Naaaah!" Garrick called out, and gave a harder than normal tug on Mignon's right side. He wiggled about in his father's arms, and leaned out closer towards the other Sinaeis.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:33 pm
Mig smiled. "I am. Onion." Turning her attentions back to Garrick, she raised an eyebrow. "You wanna come to me, or do you wanna just get into a position to pull my hair better?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 6:47 pm
Onion... weird name for a tribe. Not exactly, ferocious. Or much of anything. Just... onion. Well, it was... creative. Maybe. He stood there, looking quite confused as he mulled over the significance of the "onion".
Garrick finally let up his grip on Mignon's hair. And instead made little grabby hands towards Mignon's shopping bag. Yes, her shopping bag. He leaned over a little farther, and almost seemed to be on the edge of teettering over.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2007 12:47 pm
Mignon snorted, opening the bag. "Sorry, doubt you'll be interested. Just hats."
Miggy did like her hats.
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